Letra de Buffalo - Connor Price

(Feat. Nic D)

Yeah, uh

Stirring up a herd of buffalo

Lookin' at me crazy, baby, I prefer to hunt alone

Should I buy a humble home or a summer home?

Matter fact, the only struggle here is how to juggle both

Lucky with the sevens like I'm double O

Cold, probably froze, got me thinking it's like one below

Iced out, drippin', lookin' like I'm 'bout to shovel snow

With a corn cob pipe and a button nose

Cinderella Man, how I struck a pose

Lacing up the gloves got me feeling like I'm Russel Crowe

Threw an uppercut and hit the mother load

Every thing gon' work out, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the muscle tone

They say we onto somethin', but it's nothin' though

We independent, baby, that's one thing you gonna know

Ain't nobody pulling strings, ain't a puppet show

And I never miss the Mark, boy, I'm Ruffalo

Throw the whole catalog on shuffle mode

You know I gotta couple these, couple those

I been droppin' by the bucket load

And I never kink the hose, that's been flowin' through my frontal lobe

I ain't attached to success man, it come and go

That much I know

Got some ideas brewin' like a cup of Joe

Labels callin', don't pick up the phone

Like my privacy, that's why I dug a moat

Midas with it, everything I touch is gold

Clover field the way our luck has grown

Spider-Man with the dough, boy, everything is comin' home

If you don't love it, I don't wanna know

Looking in my eyes, you know I want it though

Got rid of my pride, but there's still a subtle undertone

Got everything I wanted in abundance, yeah, I did it, I done it

And found none of it in my comfort zone

Staring in the mirror like, "What's up with bro?"

Face-to-face and I just hope it doesn't come to blows

Had to be discreet, but at this point I think they gonna know

Goose down feather in the breeze, think my cover's blown

My social battery is running low

It's just the price of becoming known

Yeah, I heard you think you runnin' show

Every time I hear it, make me laugh, it's a running joke

Look, I been here a while, watched a lot of y'all come and go

You complain about the climate like it's up in smoke

When the truth is, you planted the seed then never watered it

And ended up talkin' about how nothin' grows

It's all gas, no brakes when I'm stuck in go

Creativity peaks when the budget's low

Yeah, I dodge a hater with a tuck-and-roll

They looking for me, they can't find me, I'm like the remote

Yeah, I'm way too remote

Yeah, no, I'm way too remote

Yeah, I'm way too remote

Woah, I'm way— Let's go

So cold, make 'em say, "Brrr" like buffalo

No sticks, no ice, but I got puck control

Every time I look up, it's another goal

Nic threw the pass, and you know I never fumble those

Touch down in your city, got a couple shows

I remember writing songs 'til the sun would show

Now I'm at the show with my son

Sold out from the front to the upper row

Sorry for the bloody nose

Play my cards, I ain't one to fold

Tell it to 'em straight, I ain't bluff a soul

Lot of gatekeepers tryna stunt your growth

I always share it with the class like a crumpled note

I learned from the best, didn't run alone

Nic gave me all the tools, taught the nuts and bolts

If we ranking independent rappers off of numbers grown

Then I'm probably somewhere 'round third like I'm running home

Ugh, make 'em quiver like a hunter's bow

Couple holes in your story like a sunken boat

Had to rerecord the verse, heard my stomach groan

I'm sorry, the more I win, the more the hunger grows

Scrolling through the feed, see a couple clones

Huh, guess I'm not the only one who spun a globe

Made a career off copying, everybody knows

But this ain't a petting zoo, you'll never touch the goats

False prophets, no wonder why my trust is low

False profits, no wonder why the money's low

Spirit getting watered down like a rum and coke

Got me always reaching for my Bible like I'm under oath

I've been writing since I couldn't make my stubble grow

Now I got a handle on bars, and no one coming close

Knew it was over when I sung a note

I got it all, at the starting block, waiting for the gun to blow

Boom, thunderbolt, hit 'em with a hundred volts

Type of energy that probably make the sun explode

But I'm still tryna hit a couple goals

Yeah, I'm still evolving in this game like a Thunder Stone

Put the game on my back, it ain't tough to hold

Heard your music, I was skipping like I'm chucking stones

Said you got M's, that's an L, 'cause we know

That that's both on cap, like the Plunger Bros

Who the best duo, let the public vote

If it ain't Con and Nic, it's a Russian hoax

They say he's handsome, and I'm cute, we should cover Vogue

Camera couldn't take it man, the shutter broke

In the studio, looking like we summon ghosts

All these dead presidents, it's too much to fold

Most of it not done, but we done the most

They looking for me, they can't find me

Ah, they know

Yeah, I'm way too remote

I'm way too remote

Oh, I'm way too remote

Yeah, huh

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